Absinthe and Art

This weekend has been quite an “arty” one (more of that next post) – so in keeping with that theme – I stayed up till 3am last night, drinking absinthe.

I didn’t add any laudanum to it like Johnny Depp in From Hell. Nor did I set fire to it first (as this would have surely led to me setting fire to myself and being rushed to hospital like Richard Pryor). I did add a bit of sugar and some ice though.

And even though it was 85% proof, I didn’t have any visions or get into any wacky misadventures; I woke up with both ears still attached to my head. I didn’t even shit the bed.